‘Ready for Rasha’ screams the social media hype.
I am ready; splayed like a sacrificial virgin in my boudoir, thighs flung wide, buttocks clenched and raised as my insistent fingers massage my obsequious clit and my cunt weeps tears of liquid rapture.
I’m ready Rasha. Ready for your floppy, mop-top to trail across my stomach as you tease my soaking snatch with your Etonian diction; untruths fluttering against my feverish flesh.
Talk dirty to me, Rasha. Gaslight me as you ram your double-digit inflation cock into my slathering slit.
Fuck me, Rasha.
Promising me pleasure as you pillage my prosperity.
